300, Zack Snyder.
7.8.07
300
So my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. But time has proven him wise, for from free Greek to free Greek, the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his 300, so far from home, laid down their lives... not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Persian hordes face obliteration! Just there, the barbarians gather, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers, knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300. Yet they stare now across the plain at 10,000 Spartans commanding 30,000 free Greeks! Ho! The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one! Good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny, and usher in a future brighter than anything we could imagine. Give thanks, men, to Leonidas and the brave 300! To victory!
300, Zack Snyder.
300, Zack Snyder.
30.7.07
The look on their faces.
You never understood, why we did this.
The audience knows the truth: the world is simple.
It's miserable, solid all the way through.
But if you could fool them, even for a second,
then you can make them wonder, and then you...
then you got to see something really special...
You really don't know?
It was... it was the look on their faces...
The Prestige. Christopher Nolan.
The audience knows the truth: the world is simple.
It's miserable, solid all the way through.
But if you could fool them, even for a second,
then you can make them wonder, and then you...
then you got to see something really special...
You really don't know?
It was... it was the look on their faces...
The Prestige. Christopher Nolan.
So far
BART:
This is the worst day of my life!
HOMER:
Worst day of your life, so far.
The Simpsons Movie.
This is the worst day of my life!
HOMER:
Worst day of your life, so far.
The Simpsons Movie.
25.7.07
Litany
Don't talk. Don't touch. Don't walk. Don't walk at night. Don't walk on the right. Don't drink. Don't think. Don't smoke. Don't do drugs. Don't do beef. Don't do junk. Don't be fat. Don't be thin. Don't chew. Don't spit. Don't swim. Don't breathe. Don't cry. Don't bleed. Don't kill. Don't experiment. Don't exist. Don't do anything. Don't fry your food. Don't fry your brain. Don't sit too close to the telly. Don't walk on the grass. Don't put your elbows on the table. Don't put your feet on the seat. Don't run with scissors and don't play with fire. Don't rebel. Don't smack. Don't touch. Don't masturbate. Don't be childish. Don't be old. Don't be ordinary. Don't be different. Don't stand out. Don't drop out.
Don't buy.
Don't read.
Comercial del diario inglés The Independent, Lowe Howard Spink London, 1999.
Don't buy.
Don't read.
Comercial del diario inglés The Independent, Lowe Howard Spink London, 1999.
11.7.07
The Prophecy
"The one with the power
to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
born to those who have thrice defied him,
born as the seventh month dies...
and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...
and either must die at the hand of the other
for neither can live while the other survives...
the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord
will be born as the seventh month dies..."
J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
PD: A 10 días del final.
to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
born to those who have thrice defied him,
born as the seventh month dies...
and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...
and either must die at the hand of the other
for neither can live while the other survives...
the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord
will be born as the seventh month dies..."
J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
PD: A 10 días del final.
2.7.07
Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young.
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune, June 1, 1997.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune, June 1, 1997.
21.6.07
Sabio
-Te juzgarás a tí mismo -le respondió el rey-. Es lo más difícil. Es mucho más difícil juzgarse a sí mismo que juzgar a los demás. Si logras juzgarte bien a ti mismo eres un verdadero sabio.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Gente seria
Tuve así, en el curso de mi vida, muchísimas vinculaciones con muchísima gente seria. Viví mucho con personas grandes. Las he visto muy de cerca. No he mejorado excesivamente mi opinión.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
19.6.07
Derecho
Derecho, siempre adelante de uno, no se puede ir muy lejos...
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Las personas grandes
Las personas grandes nunca comprenden nada por sí solas y es cansador para los niños tener que darles siempre y siempre explicaciones.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Antoine de Saint - Exupéry, El Principito.
Una lectura un tanto demorada
Sí, así es. Vuelvo a escribir, una vez más. Otra vez, a modo de explicación. Hace años que sé que debo leer El Principito. La pregunta de ¿cómo que no leíste El Principito? me la han hecho infinitas veces, en particular cuando disfruto mucho la lectura para chicos (o no tan chicos). A todos los que alguna vez me lo preguntaron, les contesto: ya empecé. Y, a priori, parece ser un libro maravilloso, con una cantidad increíble de citas para rescatar - y no estoy hablando de "lo escencial es invisible a los ojos", cita que estoy cansado de oir, y más cansado aún, de la gente que la utiliza.
En fin, van a encontrar unas cuantas entradas del libro en los próximos días. Espero que sepan entender.
En fin, van a encontrar unas cuantas entradas del libro en los próximos días. Espero que sepan entender.
11.6.07
Caso de diván
Do you have the time to listen to me whine, about nothing and everything, all at once? I'm one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone. No doubt about it.
Basket Case, Green Day.
Basket Case, Green Day.
Nuestro destino
En el futuro corre, como un río, nuestro destino, según lo dibujamos aquí abajo. En el futuro está todo, porque todo es posible. Allí usted murió la semana pasada y allí está viviendo para siempre.
Adolfo Bioy Casares. El sueño de los héroes.
Adolfo Bioy Casares. El sueño de los héroes.
4.6.07
Sense of Humour
No quiero comenzar ningún tipo de rumor blasfemo,
pero creo que Dios tiene un perverso sentido del humor.
Y cuando muera, espero encontrarlo riendo.
Blasphemous Rumors, Martin Gore.
pero creo que Dios tiene un perverso sentido del humor.
Y cuando muera, espero encontrarlo riendo.
Blasphemous Rumors, Martin Gore.
24.5.07
End of Volume One
¿De donde viene esta búsqueda,
esta necesidad de resolver los misterios de la vida,
cuando la más simple de las preguntas
nunca puede ser contestada?
¿Por qué estamos aquí?
¿Qué es el alma?
¿Por qué soñamos?
Quizás estaríamos mucho mejor
si no nos preocupáramos por nada de eso.
Sin indagar, sin desear.
Pero esa no es la naturaleza humana.
No es el corazón de los hombres.
Eso no es para lo que estamos aquí.
Y entonces luchamos por hacer la diferencia,
por cambiar el mundo, por soñar una esperanza,
sin saber con certeza a quienes nos encontraremos
a lo largo del camino.
Quién dentro de este mundo de extraños
será el que sostenga nuestra mano,
el que toque nuestros corazones
y comparta el dolor de intentarlo.
Soñamos una esperanza.
Soñamos un cambio.
De fuego, de amor, de muerte.
Y entonces sucede.
El sueño se hace realidad.
Y la respuesta a aquella búsqueda,
ésa necesidad en resolver los misterios de la vida,
finalmente se revela.
Como la luz brillante de un nuevo amanecer.
Tanta lucha por encontrar significado,
por encontrar sentido sentido.
Pero al final, lo encontramos en cada uno de nosotros.
Nuestra experiencia compartida
de lo fantástico y de lo mundano.
La simple necesidad humana de encontrar
otro parecido a nosotros para conectar,
y para saber en en nuestros corazones
que no estamos solos.
Chapter 23 "How to stop an exploding man", Volume One, Heroes.
esta necesidad de resolver los misterios de la vida,
cuando la más simple de las preguntas
nunca puede ser contestada?
¿Por qué estamos aquí?
¿Qué es el alma?
¿Por qué soñamos?
Quizás estaríamos mucho mejor
si no nos preocupáramos por nada de eso.
Sin indagar, sin desear.
Pero esa no es la naturaleza humana.
No es el corazón de los hombres.
Eso no es para lo que estamos aquí.
Y entonces luchamos por hacer la diferencia,
por cambiar el mundo, por soñar una esperanza,
sin saber con certeza a quienes nos encontraremos
a lo largo del camino.
Quién dentro de este mundo de extraños
será el que sostenga nuestra mano,
el que toque nuestros corazones
y comparta el dolor de intentarlo.
Soñamos una esperanza.
Soñamos un cambio.
De fuego, de amor, de muerte.
Y entonces sucede.
El sueño se hace realidad.
Y la respuesta a aquella búsqueda,
ésa necesidad en resolver los misterios de la vida,
finalmente se revela.
Como la luz brillante de un nuevo amanecer.
Tanta lucha por encontrar significado,
por encontrar sentido sentido.
Pero al final, lo encontramos en cada uno de nosotros.
Nuestra experiencia compartida
de lo fantástico y de lo mundano.
La simple necesidad humana de encontrar
otro parecido a nosotros para conectar,
y para saber en en nuestros corazones
que no estamos solos.
Chapter 23 "How to stop an exploding man", Volume One, Heroes.
22.5.07
La felicidad nunca tiene grandeza.
La felicidad real siempre aparece escuálida por comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente, la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Estar satisfecho del todo no posee el encanto que supone mantener una lucha justa contra la infelicidad, ni el pintoresquismo del combate contra la tentación o contra una pasión fatal o una duda. La felicidad nunca tiene grandeza.
A Brave New World, Aldous Huxley.
A Brave New World, Aldous Huxley.
21.5.07
Nicholas Nickleby
In every life, no matter how full
or empty one's purse...
there is tragedy.
It is the one promise life always fulfills.
Thus, happiness is a gift...
and the trick is not to expect it,
but to delight in it when it comes...
and to add to other people's store of it.
Nicholas Nickleby, Charles Dickens.
or empty one's purse...
there is tragedy.
It is the one promise life always fulfills.
Thus, happiness is a gift...
and the trick is not to expect it,
but to delight in it when it comes...
and to add to other people's store of it.
Nicholas Nickleby, Charles Dickens.
15.5.07
Learning that fact.
I see in Fight Club the strongest
and smartest men who have ever lived;
an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables;
or they are salves with white collars.
Advertisementes have them chasing cars and clothes,
working jobs they hate so the can buy shit they don't need.
We are the middle children of history,
with no purpose or place.
We have no great war or great depression.
The great war is a spiritual war.
The great depression is our lives.
We were raised by television
to believe that we'd be millionaires
and movie gods and rocks stars.
But we won't.
And we are learning that fact.
And we are very, very pissed off.
Fight Club, David Fincher.
and smartest men who have ever lived;
an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables;
or they are salves with white collars.
Advertisementes have them chasing cars and clothes,
working jobs they hate so the can buy shit they don't need.
We are the middle children of history,
with no purpose or place.
We have no great war or great depression.
The great war is a spiritual war.
The great depression is our lives.
We were raised by television
to believe that we'd be millionaires
and movie gods and rocks stars.
But we won't.
And we are learning that fact.
And we are very, very pissed off.
Fight Club, David Fincher.
Fight Club Rules
The first rule of fight club is:
you don't talk about fight club.
The second rule of fight club is:
you don't talk about fight club.
The third rule of fight club is:
when someone says "stop" or goes limp,
the fight is over.
Fourth rule is:
only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule:
one fight at a time.
Sixth rule:
no shirts, no shoes.
Seventh rule:
fights go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule:
if this is your first night at fight club,
you have to fight.
Fight Club, David Fincher
you don't talk about fight club.
The second rule of fight club is:
you don't talk about fight club.
The third rule of fight club is:
when someone says "stop" or goes limp,
the fight is over.
Fourth rule is:
only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule:
one fight at a time.
Sixth rule:
no shirts, no shoes.
Seventh rule:
fights go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule:
if this is your first night at fight club,
you have to fight.
Fight Club, David Fincher
9.5.07
It's a letter. It's me mom's.
To my son, Billy.
Dear Billy:I know I must seem like a distant memory to you,
which is probably a good thing.
It will have been a long time
and I will have missed seeing you grow.
Missed you crying, laughing and shouting.
I will have missed telling you off.
But please know that I was always there.
With you through everything.
I always will be.
And I am proud to have known you.
And I'm proud that you were mine.
Always be yourself.
I'll love you forever.
Mom.
Billy Elliot, Stephen Daldry.
Dear Billy:I know I must seem like a distant memory to you,
which is probably a good thing.
It will have been a long time
and I will have missed seeing you grow.
Missed you crying, laughing and shouting.
I will have missed telling you off.
But please know that I was always there.
With you through everything.
I always will be.
And I am proud to have known you.
And I'm proud that you were mine.
Always be yourself.
I'll love you forever.
Mom.
Billy Elliot, Stephen Daldry.
The Parting Glass
"Of all the money that e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I've ever done,
Alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit,
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass;
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that ere I had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not;
I'll gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile;
There is a fair maid in this town,
Who sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall.
So fill to me the parting glass,
Goodnight... and joy be with you all."
PD: The Parting Glass, es una canción tradicional muy popular en Irlanda y Escocia, habitualmente cantada en las reuniones de amigos, y la pueden escuchar sobre el final de la película "Waking Ned Divne".
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I've ever done,
Alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit,
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass;
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They are sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that ere I had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not;
I'll gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile;
There is a fair maid in this town,
Who sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall.
So fill to me the parting glass,
Goodnight... and joy be with you all."
PD: The Parting Glass, es una canción tradicional muy popular en Irlanda y Escocia, habitualmente cantada en las reuniones de amigos, y la pueden escuchar sobre el final de la película "Waking Ned Divne".
30.4.07
Otro punto de vista
Sueño que entro en la sala de un cinematógrafo. En las primeras filas hay espectadores de cabeza muy grande; entiendo que son dioses y que el film que ven es la vida. Sentado en el fondo de la sala, de repente me veo en un rincón de la pantalla; soy espectador de mi propia vida. Entonces tengo una revelación; sé por qué un dios bueno permite que nos pasen cosas horribles. Comprendo que no importa lo que nos pase, porque no somos reales, sino un entretenimiento para los dioses, de la misma manera que los personajes de los films lo son para nosotros.
Adolfo Bioy Casares.
Adolfo Bioy Casares.
26.4.07
About the life of wine
I suppose I got really into wine originally through my ex-husband. He had a big, kind of show-off cellar. But then I found out that I have a really sharp palate, and the more I drank, the more I liked what it made me think about the fraud he was. I do like to think about the life of wine, how it's a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing, how the sun was shining that summer or if it rained... what the weather was like. I think about all those people who tended and picked the grapes, and if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I love how wine continues to evolve,how every time I open a bottle it's going to taste different than if I had opened it on any other day.Because a bottle of wine is actually alive -- it's constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks -- like your '61 -- and begins its steady, inevitable decline. And it tastes so fucking good.
Sideways. Alexander Payne.
Sideways. Alexander Payne.
19.4.07
I'm Ibiza
- Who wrote the phrase "No man is an island"? John Donne? John Milton? John F. Kennedy? Jon Bon Jovi?
Jon Bon Jovi. Too easy.
And, if I may say so, a complete load of bollocks.
In my opinion, all men are islands.
And what's more, now's the time to be one.
This is an island age.
A hundred years ago, you had to depend on other people.
No one had TV or CDs or DVDs or videos...
...or home espresso makers.
Actually, they didn't have anything cool.
Whereas now, you see...
...you can make yourself a little island paradise.
With the right supplies and the right attitude...
...you can be sun-drenched, tropical, a magnet...
...for young Swedish tourists.
Hi, it's Kristina. I haven't heard from you.
I had a great time last weekend. So give me a call, okay? 'Bye.
And I like to think that perhaps I am that kind of island.
I like to think I'm pretty cool.
I like to think I'm Ibiza.
Ser alguien
El problema con mi generación es que todos creemos ser malditos genios. Tener una profesión ya no es suficiente, ni vender algo, ni enseñar algo, o incluso hacer algo: tenemos que SER alguien. Es nuestro derecho inalienable como ciudadanos del siglo XXI. ¿Si Christina Aguilera o Britney Spears, o algún idiota de American Idol puede ser alguien, por qué no podemos serlo nosotros?
A Long Way Down, Nick Hornby
A Long Way Down, Nick Hornby
18.4.07
Love is all around.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world,
I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport.
General opinion makes out that we live in a world
of hatred and greed I don't see that.
Seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy
but it's always there.
Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters,
husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the planes hit the Twin Towers,
none of the phone calls from people on board
were messages of hate or revenge,
they were all messages of love.
lf you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling
you'll find that love actually is all around.
Love Actually, Richard Curtis.
I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport.
General opinion makes out that we live in a world
of hatred and greed I don't see that.
Seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy
but it's always there.
Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters,
husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the planes hit the Twin Towers,
none of the phone calls from people on board
were messages of hate or revenge,
they were all messages of love.
lf you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling
you'll find that love actually is all around.
Love Actually, Richard Curtis.
12.4.07
How dreams are prepared
1, 2, 3, 4.
Hi, welcome back to another episode of Televisión Educative.
Tonight, I'll show you how dreams are prepared.
People think it's a very simple and easy process,
but it's a bit more complicated than that.
As you can see, a very delicate combination
of complex ingredients is the key.
First, we put in some random thougths,
and then we ad a little bit of reminiscences of the day,
mixed with some memories from the past,
love, friendships, relationships, and all those ships,
together with songs you heard during the day,
things you saw and also a personal...
Ok, I think there's one.
There it goes, yes!
Ok, we have to run...
I'm talking quietly to not wake myself up.
The Science of Sleep, Michel Gondry.
Hi, welcome back to another episode of Televisión Educative.
Tonight, I'll show you how dreams are prepared.
People think it's a very simple and easy process,
but it's a bit more complicated than that.
As you can see, a very delicate combination
of complex ingredients is the key.
First, we put in some random thougths,
and then we ad a little bit of reminiscences of the day,
mixed with some memories from the past,
love, friendships, relationships, and all those ships,
together with songs you heard during the day,
things you saw and also a personal...
Ok, I think there's one.
There it goes, yes!
Ok, we have to run...
I'm talking quietly to not wake myself up.
The Science of Sleep, Michel Gondry.
4.4.07
Algo para decir
A la gente le gusta hablar y que la escuchen,
y no me parece mal, después de todo,
Dios nos ha dejado solos en un mundo hostil.
El problema es que muy pocos
tienen algo importante para decir.
Marcelo Birmajer. Nuevas historias de hombres casados.
y no me parece mal, después de todo,
Dios nos ha dejado solos en un mundo hostil.
El problema es que muy pocos
tienen algo importante para decir.
Marcelo Birmajer. Nuevas historias de hombres casados.
3.4.07
Alice
Alicia preguntó tímidamente:
_ ¿Podrías decirme, por favor, qué camino debo seguir para salir de aquí?
_ Eso depende en gran parte del sitio al que quieras llegar –dijo el Gato.
_ No me importa mucho el sitio… -dijo Alicia.
_ Entonces tampoco importa mucho el camino que tomes –dijo el Gato.
_ …siempre que llegue a alguna parte –añadió Alicia como explicación.
_ Oh, siempre llegarás a alguna parte –aseguró el Gato- si caminas lo suficiente.
Lewis Carrol. Alicia en el País de las Maravillas.
Fotos por Annie Leibovitz
_ ¿Podrías decirme, por favor, qué camino debo seguir para salir de aquí?
_ Eso depende en gran parte del sitio al que quieras llegar –dijo el Gato.
_ No me importa mucho el sitio… -dijo Alicia.
_ Entonces tampoco importa mucho el camino que tomes –dijo el Gato.
_ …siempre que llegue a alguna parte –añadió Alicia como explicación.
_ Oh, siempre llegarás a alguna parte –aseguró el Gato- si caminas lo suficiente.
Lewis Carrol. Alicia en el País de las Maravillas.
Fotos por Annie Leibovitz
26.3.07
What is the Matrix?
Welcome, Neo.
As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus.
I imagine, right now,
you must be feeling a bit like Alice,
tumblingdown the rabbit hole?
I can see it in your eyes.
You have the look of a man
who accepts what he sees
because he is expecting to wake up.
Ironically, this is not far from the truth.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Let me tell you why you are here.
It's that feeling you have had all your life.
You don't know what it is but it's there,
like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad,
driving you to me.
But what is it?
The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us,
here even in this room.
You can see it out your window,
or on your television.
You feel it when you go to work,
or go to church or pay your taxes.
It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes
to blind you from the truth.
That you are a slave, Neo.
That you, like everyone else,
was born inside a prison
that you cannot smell, taste, or touch.
A prison for your mind.
Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is.
You have to see it for yourself.
You take the blue pill and the story ends.
You wake in your bed and you believe
whatever you want to believe.
You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland
and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus.
I imagine, right now,
you must be feeling a bit like Alice,
tumblingdown the rabbit hole?
I can see it in your eyes.
You have the look of a man
who accepts what he sees
because he is expecting to wake up.
Ironically, this is not far from the truth.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Let me tell you why you are here.
It's that feeling you have had all your life.
You don't know what it is but it's there,
like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad,
driving you to me.
But what is it?
The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us,
here even in this room.
You can see it out your window,
or on your television.
You feel it when you go to work,
or go to church or pay your taxes.
It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes
to blind you from the truth.
That you are a slave, Neo.
That you, like everyone else,
was born inside a prison
that you cannot smell, taste, or touch.
A prison for your mind.
Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is.
You have to see it for yourself.
You take the blue pill and the story ends.
You wake in your bed and you believe
whatever you want to believe.
You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland
and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
The Architect
There are two doors.
The door to your right leads to the Source,
and the salvation of Zion.
The door to your left leads back to the Matrix,
to her and to the end of your species.
As you adequately put, the problem is choice.
But we already know what you are going to do, don't we?
Already, I can see the chain reaction
- the chemical precursors that signal
the onset of an emotion, designed specifically
to overwhelm logic and reason -
an emotion that is already blinding you
from the simple and obvious truth.
She is going to die,
and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Hope.
It is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source
of your greatest strength
and your greatest weakness.
The door to your right leads to the Source,
and the salvation of Zion.
The door to your left leads back to the Matrix,
to her and to the end of your species.
As you adequately put, the problem is choice.
But we already know what you are going to do, don't we?
Already, I can see the chain reaction
- the chemical precursors that signal
the onset of an emotion, designed specifically
to overwhelm logic and reason -
an emotion that is already blinding you
from the simple and obvious truth.
She is going to die,
and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Hope.
It is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source
of your greatest strength
and your greatest weakness.
16.3.07
The male code (Seinfeld)
All plans between men are tentative.
If one man should suddenly have an opportunity
to pursue a woman,
it's like these two guys never met each other ever in life.
This is the male code.
And it doesn't matter how important the arrangements are,
I mean, most of the time
when they scrub a space shuttle mission
it's because one of the astronauts
met someone on his way to the launch pad.
They hold that countdown.
He's leaning against the rocket talking to her,
"So listen, when I get back what do you say
we get together for some Tang?"
If one man should suddenly have an opportunity
to pursue a woman,
it's like these two guys never met each other ever in life.
This is the male code.
And it doesn't matter how important the arrangements are,
I mean, most of the time
when they scrub a space shuttle mission
it's because one of the astronauts
met someone on his way to the launch pad.
They hold that countdown.
He's leaning against the rocket talking to her,
"So listen, when I get back what do you say
we get together for some Tang?"
15.3.07
We want women! (Seinfeld)
I swear, I have absolutely no idea what women are thinking.
I don't get it, OK?
I admit, I'm not getting the signals.
Women, they're so subtle, their little...
everything they do is subtle...
men are not subtle, we are obvious.
Women know what men want,
men know what men want,
what do we want?
We want women!
It's the only thing we know for sure, it really is:
we want women.
How do we get them?
Oh, we don't know 'bout that, we don't know.
I don't get it, OK?
I admit, I'm not getting the signals.
Women, they're so subtle, their little...
everything they do is subtle...
men are not subtle, we are obvious.
Women know what men want,
men know what men want,
what do we want?
We want women!
It's the only thing we know for sure, it really is:
we want women.
How do we get them?
Oh, we don't know 'bout that, we don't know.
22.2.07
Donnie. Donnie Darko.
EXT. NEIGHBOURHOOD STREET - MORNING (11 A.M.)
The same disaster scene as before... only more media, more
neighbours, and a Coroner. People stand around in shock...
disbelief.
From the other end of the street, a girl comes riding along
on a bike... slowly taking in the entire scene. She pulls up
to the kerb where a kid named David (eleven) is standing
around.
It is Gretchen Ross.
GRETCHEN
Hi... what's going on here?
DAVID
Horrible accident. My neighbour...
he got killed.
GRETCHEN
What happened?
DAVID
He got smooshed. By a jet engine.
She stares at the house, where paramedics wheel a body out
of the front door.
GRETCHEN
What was his name?
DAVID
Donnie. Donnie Darko.
They stare at the front yard for a while. We see Elizabeth.
We see Eddie, carrying Samantha... who is crying.
DAVID
I feel bad for his family.
GRETCHEN
Yeah.
DAVID
Did you know him?
She stares at the family for several moments... and then
shakes her head slowly as if trying to locate a memory that
is slipping away.
GRETCHEN
No.
Rose, leaning against a tree while smoking a cigarette,
notices them. She seems to recognise Gretchen... from
somewhere in the vast reservoir of her memory.
She waves at her.
She waves back.
Fade out.
The same disaster scene as before... only more media, more
neighbours, and a Coroner. People stand around in shock...
disbelief.
From the other end of the street, a girl comes riding along
on a bike... slowly taking in the entire scene. She pulls up
to the kerb where a kid named David (eleven) is standing
around.
It is Gretchen Ross.
GRETCHEN
Hi... what's going on here?
DAVID
Horrible accident. My neighbour...
he got killed.
GRETCHEN
What happened?
DAVID
He got smooshed. By a jet engine.
She stares at the house, where paramedics wheel a body out
of the front door.
GRETCHEN
What was his name?
DAVID
Donnie. Donnie Darko.
They stare at the front yard for a while. We see Elizabeth.
We see Eddie, carrying Samantha... who is crying.
DAVID
I feel bad for his family.
GRETCHEN
Yeah.
DAVID
Did you know him?
She stares at the family for several moments... and then
shakes her head slowly as if trying to locate a memory that
is slipping away.
GRETCHEN
No.
Rose, leaning against a tree while smoking a cigarette,
notices them. She seems to recognise Gretchen... from
somewhere in the vast reservoir of her memory.
She waves at her.
She waves back.
Fade out.
Devil's Advocate
God's your prankster, my boy.
Think of it.
He gives man instincts.
He gives you this extraordinary gift
and then, I swear to you,
for his own amusement,
his own private cosmic gag reel,
he sets the rules in opposition.
It's the goof of all time.
Look but don't touch.
Touch but don't taste.
Taste but don't swallow.
And while you're jumping
from one foot to the other
he's laughing his
sick fucking ass off!
He's a tight-ass.
He's a sadist.
Think of it.
He gives man instincts.
He gives you this extraordinary gift
and then, I swear to you,
for his own amusement,
his own private cosmic gag reel,
he sets the rules in opposition.
It's the goof of all time.
Look but don't touch.
Touch but don't taste.
Taste but don't swallow.
And while you're jumping
from one foot to the other
he's laughing his
sick fucking ass off!
He's a tight-ass.
He's a sadist.
13.2.07
El Ingenioso Hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha
¿Quién duda sino que en los venideros tiempos, cuando salga a luz la verdadera historia de mis famosos hechos, que el sabio que los escribiere no ponga, cuando llegue a contar esta mi primera salida tan de mañana, desta manera?:
“Apenas había el rubicundo Apolo tendido por la faz de la ancha y espaciosa tierra las doradas hebras de sus hermosos cabellos, y apenas los pequeños y pintados pajarillos con sus harpadas lenguas habían saludado con dulce y meliflua armonía la venida de la rosada aurora, que, dejando la blanda cama del celoso marido, por las puertas y balcones del manchego horizonte a los mortales se mostraba, cuando el famoso caballero don Quijote dela Mancha , dejando las ociosas plumas, subió sobre su famoso caballo Rocinante y comenzó a caminar por el antiguo y conocido campo de Montiel.”
Dichosa edad y siglo dichoso aquel adonde saldrán a luz las famosas hazañas mías, dignas de entallarse en bronces esculpirse en mármoles y pintarse en tablas, para memoria en lo futuro.
¡Oh tú, sabio encantador, quienquiera que seas, a quien ha de tocar el ser coronista desta peregrina historia! Ruégote que no te olvides de mi buen Rocinante, compañero eterno mío en todos mis caminos y carreras.
¡Oh princesa Dulcinea, señora deste cautivo corazón!
Mucho agravio me habedes fecho en despedirme y reprocharme con el riguroso afincamiento de mandarme no parecer ante la vuestra fermosura. Plégaos, señora, de membraros deste vuestro sujeto corazón, que tantas cuitas por vuestro amor padece.
Primera Parte, Capítulo II. Que trata de la primera salida que de su tierra hizo el ingenioso Don Quijote.
“Apenas había el rubicundo Apolo tendido por la faz de la ancha y espaciosa tierra las doradas hebras de sus hermosos cabellos, y apenas los pequeños y pintados pajarillos con sus harpadas lenguas habían saludado con dulce y meliflua armonía la venida de la rosada aurora, que, dejando la blanda cama del celoso marido, por las puertas y balcones del manchego horizonte a los mortales se mostraba, cuando el famoso caballero don Quijote de
Dichosa edad y siglo dichoso aquel adonde saldrán a luz las famosas hazañas mías, dignas de entallarse en bronces esculpirse en mármoles y pintarse en tablas, para memoria en lo futuro.
¡Oh tú, sabio encantador, quienquiera que seas, a quien ha de tocar el ser coronista desta peregrina historia! Ruégote que no te olvides de mi buen Rocinante, compañero eterno mío en todos mis caminos y carreras.
¡Oh princesa Dulcinea, señora deste cautivo corazón!
Mucho agravio me habedes fecho en despedirme y reprocharme con el riguroso afincamiento de mandarme no parecer ante la vuestra fermosura. Plégaos, señora, de membraros deste vuestro sujeto corazón, que tantas cuitas por vuestro amor padece.
Primera Parte, Capítulo II. Que trata de la primera salida que de su tierra hizo el ingenioso Don Quijote.
12.2.07
Chasing Amy
I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
11.2.07
I tried to warn you.
I'm sorry to say that this is not the movie you will be watching. The movie you are about to see is extremely unpleasant. If you wish to see a film about a happy little elf I'm sure there is still plenty of seating in theatre number two.
However, if you like stories about clever and reasonably attractive orphans, suspicious fires, carnivorous leeches, Italian food and secret organizations, then stay, as I retrace each and every one of the Baudelaire children's woeful steps.
My name is Lemony Snicket,and it is my sad duty to document this tale. Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest fourteenth inventors of the world. Anyone who knew Violet well, could tell she was inventing something, when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew it was always something.
Something she could fashion into nearly any device for nearly every occasion. And no one was better to test her inventions than her brother. Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion, a room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents. And everything he read, he remembered.
Sunny, the youngest, had a different interest.
She liked to bite things and had four sharp things.
There was very litlle Sunny did not enjoy biting.
Sunny was at an age, when one mostly speaks
in a series of unintelligible shrieks.
For instance “Gack!” which probably meant,
“Look at that mysterious figure emerging from the fog!”
Or perhaps, "What is a banker like Mr. Poe doing,
trudging trough the sand to find us at Briny Beach?"
If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already
know how it feels; and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.
No one knows the precise cause of the Baudelaire fire.
And just like that the Baudelaire children became the Baudalaire Orphans.
I tried to warn you.
This is an excellent opportunity to leave of the movies,
living room or airplane where this film is being showed.
It is not very late to see a film on a happy elf.
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004), Brad Silberling.
However, if you like stories about clever and reasonably attractive orphans, suspicious fires, carnivorous leeches, Italian food and secret organizations, then stay, as I retrace each and every one of the Baudelaire children's woeful steps.
My name is Lemony Snicket,and it is my sad duty to document this tale. Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest fourteenth inventors of the world. Anyone who knew Violet well, could tell she was inventing something, when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew it was always something.
Something she could fashion into nearly any device for nearly every occasion. And no one was better to test her inventions than her brother. Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion, a room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents. And everything he read, he remembered.
Sunny, the youngest, had a different interest.
She liked to bite things and had four sharp things.
There was very litlle Sunny did not enjoy biting.
Sunny was at an age, when one mostly speaks
in a series of unintelligible shrieks.
For instance “Gack!” which probably meant,
“Look at that mysterious figure emerging from the fog!”
Or perhaps, "What is a banker like Mr. Poe doing,
trudging trough the sand to find us at Briny Beach?"
If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already
know how it feels; and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.
No one knows the precise cause of the Baudelaire fire.
And just like that the Baudelaire children became the Baudalaire Orphans.
I tried to warn you.
This is an excellent opportunity to leave of the movies,
living room or airplane where this film is being showed.
It is not very late to see a film on a happy elf.
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004), Brad Silberling.
9.2.07
The Opposite
Why did it all turn out like this for me?
I had so much promise.
I was personable, I was bright.
Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but...
I was perceptive.
I always know when someone's uncomfortable at a party.
It became very clear to me sitting out there today,
that every decision I've ever made, in my entire life,
has been wrong.
My life is the opposite of everything I want it to be.
Every instinct I have, in every of life,
be if something to wear, something to eat...
It's all been wrong.
I had so much promise.
I was personable, I was bright.
Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but...
I was perceptive.
I always know when someone's uncomfortable at a party.
It became very clear to me sitting out there today,
that every decision I've ever made, in my entire life,
has been wrong.
My life is the opposite of everything I want it to be.
Every instinct I have, in every of life,
be if something to wear, something to eat...
It's all been wrong.
6.2.07
Big Fish
There are some fish that cannot be
It's not that they're faster or stronger than other fish.
They're just touched by something extra.
Call it luck. Call it grace.One
By the time I was born,he was already a legend.
He'd taken more hundred-
than any fish inAlabama
Some said that fish was the ghost of
a thief who'd drowned
Others
left over from the Cretaceous period.
I didn't put any stock into such
All I knew was I'd been trying to catch that fish
since I was a boy no bigger
And on the day you were born,
that
Now, I'd tried everything on it:
worms, lures, peanut butter, peanut
But on that day I
if that fish was
the usual bait
I would have
Gold.
strong enough to hold up a bridge, they said,
if just for
The Beast jumped up and grabbed it
before the ring even hit the water.
And just as fast, he snapped clean through that line.
You can see my predicament.
My wedding
soon to be the mother of my
was now lost in the gut of an
I followed that fish up-river and down-river
for three days and three
until I finally had him boxed in.
With these two hands, I reached in
and snatched that fish out of the
I looked him straight in the
And I made a remarkable discovery.
This fish, the Beast.
The whole time
when in
It was fat with
and was going to lay them any day.
Now, I was in a situation.
I could
but doing so
I would be killing theAshton River
soon to be mother of a hundred others.
Did I want to deprive my soon-to-be-born son
the chance to catch a fish
This lady fish
Now, you may well ask, since this
wasn't the ghost of a thief,
why did it strike so quick on gold
when nothing else would attract it?
That was the lesson I learned that
the day my son was born.
Sometimes, the only way to catch
an
is to offer her a
It's not that they're faster or stronger than other fish.
They're just touched by something extra.
Call it luck. Call it grace.One
By the time I was born,he was already a legend.
He'd taken more hundred-
than any fish in
Some said that fish was the ghost of
a thief who'd drowned
Others
left over from the Cretaceous period.
I didn't put any stock into such
All I knew was I'd been trying to catch that fish
since I was a boy no bigger
And on the day you were born,
that
Now, I'd tried everything on it:
worms, lures, peanut butter, peanut
But on that day I
if that fish was
the usual bait
I would have
Gold.
strong enough to hold up a bridge, they said,
if just for
The Beast jumped up and grabbed it
before the ring even hit the water.
And just as fast, he snapped clean through that line.
You can see my predicament.
My wedding
soon to be the mother of my
was now lost in the gut of an
I followed that fish up-river and down-river
for three days and three
until I finally had him boxed in.
With these two hands, I reached in
and snatched that fish out of the
I looked him straight in the
And I made a remarkable discovery.
This fish, the Beast.
The whole time
when in
It was fat with
and was going to lay them any day.
Now, I was in a situation.
I could
but doing so
I would be killing the
soon to be mother of a hundred others.
Did I want to deprive my soon-to-be-born son
the chance to catch a fish
This lady fish
Now, you may well ask, since this
wasn't the ghost of a thief,
why did it strike so quick on gold
when nothing else would attract it?
That was the lesson I learned that
the day my son was born.
Sometimes, the only way to catch
an
is to offer her a
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